The letter of thanksgiving written by a grieving husband is a wonderful story in celebrating a Canadian Thanksgiving Day.
After his 34-year-old wife suffered a devastating asthma attack and later died, the Boston writer Peter DeMarco wrote the following letter to the intensive care unit staff of CHA Cambridge Hospital who cared for her and helped him cope.
As I begin to tell my friends and family about the seven days you treated my wife, Laura Levis, in what turned out to be the last days of her young life, they stop me at about the 15th name that I recall. The list includes the doctors, nurses, respiratory specialists, social workers, even cleaning staff members who cared for her.
“How do you remember any of their names?” they ask.
How could I not, I respond.
I remember when my mother died, I thanked the men that carried my mother’s casket. I didn’t know them and they felt awkward and did not know how to respond but said a meek “you’re welcome”.
Little did I know, it was their job, the caretakers from the funeral home.
Recently, I attended a funeral of a former colleague. It was a small Celebration of Christian burial. It was strange that no one was taking photos of a memorable day.
I took photos starting from the mass to burial.
Thanking the grieving wife and children for allowing me to be there and having the liberty of taking photos as my memory of a very kind man, I would like to share the photos with them.
Unsure how they will respond to me, the son was so grateful and the wife called me a cheer leader.
Being thankful and grateful makes life bearable.